Haiku My Heart – Singing

A poem-maker lives with silence, happily straining to hear what the trees whisper to the raindrops. It is winter and the rain is welcome.  It arrives with warmer temperatures and  the scent of the ocean.

After Christmas, she receives a gift – three gifts, really.  A daughter arrives with her husband and new baby  for an extended visit while their new place is made ready.

Silence departs to make room for the guests.  The poem-maker puts aside the pen and listens to the new sounds.

The baby gurgles, squeals, giggles and trills along all day, even singing himself to sleep.  She hears her daughter sing – and everyone joins in the song…. and the laughter.  Soon, she can even hear her own heart singing.  And it sounds like the gentle patter of winter rain on the roof.

©2014 WS
©2014 WS

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a mother’s voice –
the sound of winter rain
a whispered lullaby

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For Recuerda Mi Corazon – haiku my heart

For Carpe Diem – heart sutra